-> "American Pride"
Original Song Title:
"American Pie"
(MP3)
Parody Song Title:
"American Pride"
The Lyrics
A long long time ago
I can still remember how "God Save The King" would give me pride
And I flew as fast as I could dash
To sail across the ocean vast
And start a
New life on the
Other side
But Britain's taxes made me shiver
With every tea-crate they'd deliver
Filled with raging ardor
We threw them in the harbor!
I felt such patriotic pride
When we Sons Of Liberty all cried,
"Dump this damn tea o-ver the side!"
"Away, old Fat George, die!"
So...
Bye-bye, Fat Old Georgie, Good-bye!
Damn your levies, they're too heavy,
Stuff your levies and die!
And them Sons Of Li-ber-ty would meet on the sly
Singin' this'll be the day the King dies!
This'll be the day the King dies!
Did you fight at Bunker Hill,
And how many redcoats did you kill?
See poor Charlestown's cinders glow...
Grab your mus-ket and lock 'n load!
Send riders
Down each country road!
And boys say, "Teach me, how to lance, red-coats!"
Well I know that you're a patriot,
'Cause when, battle comes, you run to it!
You raise your flintlock high,
And you make those Regulars die!
(Oooh!)
I was a cocky teenage Minuteman
With some musket balls and powder in my pan
But I knew I'd become a man
The day
My good friend
Died
I started singin'...
Bye-bye, Fat Old Georgie, Good-bye!
Damn your levies, they're too heavy,
Stuff your levies and die!
And them Sons Of Li-ber-ty would meet on the sly
Singin' this'll be the day the King dies!
This'll be the day the King dies!
Now for ten months Boston's occupied
Our shops closed, and all our trade has died
The British brought us to our knees
When the pamphlet called "Common Sense" was seen
All its notes we followed and we gleaned
A new voice
That spoke of
Liberty
Oh, and while the King was looking down
At dis-patches from Boston town
He read how Charlestown burned
His verdict was " 'Twas earned! "
And while Lyman read a book of Burke
The Congress settled down to work
And not one patriot did shirk
The call
To fight
And die
They were singin'...
Bye-bye, Fat Old Georgie, Good-bye!
Damn your levies, they're too heavy,
Stuff your levies and die!
And them Sons Of Li-ber-ty would meet on the sly
Singin' this'll be the day the King dies!
This'll be the day the King dies!
Troopers storming on an April morning
Revere rode off yelling early warnings
The miles fly, gal-loping fast
He joined Prescott and Dawes at last
The British tried to obstruct their path
Caught Revere but, Dawes and Prescott, made a dash
Now at Lexington, death, on the Green
Then at Concord's North Bridge, blood was seen
The British turned to run
Oh, then our snipers had some fun!
All the redcoats tried to run away
The Minutemen killed lots that day
Do you recall the price they paid
Under
That April
Sky
They were singin'...
Bye-bye, Fat Old Georgie, Good-bye!
Damn your levies, they're too heavy,
Stuff your levies and die!
And them Sons Of Li-ber-ty would meet on the sly
Singin' this'll be the day the King dies!
This'll be the day the King dies!
Oh, and their ships were all in one place
A British fleet in Boston's bay
A target for George Washington
So come on, drag those cannons, to the heights!
CRACK! FLASH! Began a naval fight!
'Cause, fire's what the British understand
Oh, and as I watched from Roxbury,
My hands were raised in victory!
Each cannonball that fell,
Would break those ships to hell!
And as the flames climbed high into the night
The British fleet was burning bright
I saw Washington laugh with delight
The day
Boston's
Siege died
And he was singin'...
Bye-bye, Fat Old Georgie, Good-bye!
Damn your levies, they're too heavy,
Stuff your levies and die!
And them Sons Of Li-ber-ty would meet on the sly
Singin' this'll be the day the King dies!
This'll be the day the King dies!
[--- slower tempo ---]
In Seventeen Seventy Six
A group of brave men, a motley mix
Debated in the heat and flies
They wrote down many sacred words
Which King George in England clearly heard
For our nation
Each one of them
Would have died
And in the streets the people cheered
The Declaration thrilled their ears
Patriotic singing
The Liberty Bell ringing
And those men in Independence Hall
Who signed their names and risked it all
They're why America stands tall
Their words
Will never
Die
So let's keep singin'...
Pride, pride, yes, American pride!
Independency's the legacy
In which we abide
So thank Sons of Liberty who'd plot while they hide
Singin' this may be the day that we die
This may be the day that we die
[--- very slow tempo ---]
Pride, pride, yes, American pride!
Independency's the legacy
In which we abide
So thank volunteers today who fight for our side
'Cause for you and me they're willing to die
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